Peter and the Wolf by Aubrey Watt (AW Fairy Tales)

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Synopsis

In the deep dark woods of fairy tales, strange beasts lurk in the shadows. When Peter wanders off into the forest, he finds a creature who is part wolf, part man, and all sex. This shapechanger hungers more for passion than for blood, and soon Peter is forced to face the fire of his own carnal desires. [Warning: contains explicit oral and anal sex scenes, rough riding, and one extremely long, hot tongue!]

EXCERPT:

“Don’t move,” the changer hissed into his ear. Peter felt dizzy with the push of the suggestion. Every muscle of his was completely frozen. The changer kicked the rifle into the brush and yanked Peter back hard, slamming him against the tree trunk. Peter’s breath was forced out of his chest and he gasped, looking at the man in front of him, or was it a wolf? As he watched, the changer seemed to shift back and forth between the two. His teeth grew, then shrank. His eyes turned almond and slitted, then round and human. The rain dripped from his dark curls and Peter smelled him, a wild, savage smell that increased as the changer leaned forward, inches away from Peter’s face.

“You have been lonely too long,” the changer said, and his claws came up to Peter’s neck.

“Please, please don’t kill me,” Peter breathed. His heart was racing, his body shivering in the warm rain. The naked changer slipped his claws under the neckline of Peter’s shirt and tore downwards with one violent thrust, slicing the fabric to shreds. The chill of the air over Peter’s body was soon replaced by the heat of skin on skin and the rasp of the changer’s hairy chest against Peter’s own smooth one. Peter was pressed firmly between the changer’s body and the tree trunk. He gulped, his breaths shallow.

“What shall I do with you instead?” the changer asked, one clawed finger stroking along Peter’s jawline.

Peter’s mind was blank with fear and he choked on the word. “Anything!”

The changer smiled, licking his lips. “Anything?”

Faint with desperation, Peter nodded wildly. “Please, yes, anything.”

“Well,” the changer whispered, and there was honey in his growl, “I think that I shall make you mine.”

The changer pressed his lips against Peter’s, his tongue pushing softly into Peter’s mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Peter moaned as he felt a hand begin to stroke the front of his trousers. The strangest part of it was that at that moment he felt no fear, none at all. Where before he had been frightened, now he was aroused, and he could not help his cock stirring anxiously against the changer’s palm.